I fear death, who doesn’t anyway?
Trepidation of the spiritual world
Apprehension of the phantoms, ghosts
If only we could see the Angel of Death
Many of us could run like hell to nowhere.
Where is the Angel of Death?
Is it true he’s chained by God?
Or is she a slave in God’s Kingdom?
And whenever he gets the chance to escape
He pours his wrath on us for his imprisonment?
Or does she bewitch us men for being God’s Creation, free?
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